Recently, we got a cat from the animal shelter. Even more recently than that, this cat started having bowel problems. There was blood in the litter box. He became skittish, lashing out at the kids instead of his usual laziness. He pooped on my shoes. Some very uncharacteristic behavior.
So we called the vet. We told him about the symptoms, about how we just bought our first bag of food (pet stores around here are quite nice to people who adopt pets–we didn’t have to buy food for about a month and a half because of all the free food they gave us) from Sam’s Club. See, we had figured that if we could live on and enjoy generic food, then so could our cat.
At least, that’s what we thought until we talked to the vet. Turns out that, according to our vet, the Sam’s Club brand of cat food is about the harshest cat food on the market. I’m not sure if they win that title hands down, but apparently they are one of the top contenders. So, this food is pretty hard on our cat’s stomach, which is clearly not the toughest model out there. This is clearly a problem.
To compound the problem, our vet says our cat has an eating disorder.
Yes, an eating disorder.
Apparently, cats that have had to spend any time in the wild (i.e., the streets of Manhattan, Kansas) learn one thing: food is scarce, so eat it while you’ve got it. When they find something to eat, they scarf it down because they have no idea where their next meal is coming from. This pattern of thought apparently is still around, despite the regularity of his feedings over the past two months. So, when we gave him this cat food that was way too harsh for his stomach, he scarfed that down and did himself in in one foul swoop.
Nothing he can’t get over, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wear my nice shoes again.